Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
5000 islands on my fuckin' chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
There ain't nothin' by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I tell them float on and go on to the
I'm so gone, my blunt like a
I pro long and on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got that back
I don't need that thumb

So on
You get the one the drum on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so when I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm in yo shit
Now I'm pitchin' at yo

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she it with her mouth
And since I'm the
She tried to catch it on her

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king cake so she eat the baby,
Shit way more crazier
We flip the bitch she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' with the with the stadium

no dome, bitch, go home
Yeah, bitch, bitch
I spit the hundred on my snow cone
Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his on
Boss man, stro, pimp stro
I can let my money go the wind blow

Then it come back like a rental
And make them understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you understand me like 10 fo

Get ya top chopped and get low
Somethin' my Benzo
with my friend's hoes
No, I mean my hoe's

Fuckin' all my friends
all my hoe's ends
That will make globe spin
I these young niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if don't split them
dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with them

Come to the and find
I where all the little seagulls fly
See baby, I'm so
All I need you to do is shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the hood
They all from the same tree, cut from the same
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That on my hip, now I gotta hand in the pool

I had a Lammy in school, I it was diablo red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed of what you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I keep it like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two shrink me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

When I'm finished say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got tattooed on me
A gun glued on me but I pop ya in ya

Now I got food on me
Now that was rude, homie
And I smell like a weed
Young muthafucka, where that cheese at?